"Dragon's Embrace: A Love Blossoming in Scales and Fur"

It started, as most things do, with a wish and a touch—a softness in the darkness, claws interlaced with his, scales meeting fur, a fluttering deep in my chest and lower still. Before I ever considered how I’d swell—how gloriously and unapologetically large my curves might blossom—I wanted nothing more than the warmth of love, even if it came wrapped in the crackle of fire and the musk of dragon-scented fur.

At first, I was already known among my kin as voluptuous—curves deeply etched from hip to thigh, my chest full, heavy and comfortable, resting atop my belly. I took pride in it. My thighs were as strong as they were plush, the scales on them shining a softer blue in the sunlight. My hips had always made tight passageways rather a challenge, yet I loved the sway they gave me when I moved.

But then, as weeks passed and my senses flared with the certainty of new life, something changed. My breasts, already large and sensitive under their silky furred scales, seemed to grow heavier by the day. They swelled with new fullness, rounding out and jostling with the gentlest movement. My nipples darkened and stood prominent against the plush mound, occasionally aching with anticipation. I found myself cupping one absentmindedly, distracted by the yielding weight and heat, marveling at how much space I filled now.

And my thighs—my gods, my thighs! Thick before, now they spread with a rippling plushness, pressing snug when I sat and rubbing warmly when I walked. I could feel them growing, the scales stretching over the pillowy meat, muscle and softness thickening beneath my fur. Sometimes, I’d wake in the night twisted in blankets, legs pressed together, just to marvel at the resilience of my dragonflesh, how much space I claimed now.

The hips that always turned heads at gatherings widened further, my gait shifting irresistibly to accommodate the growing curve between them. Whenever I peeked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself—not simply because of my size, but because of the way my body curved so sumptuously from rib to hip, down to thighs that seemed to promise both strength and abundance.

But nothing compared to my belly—my round, taut, glorious dragon belly, domed outward by four heartbeats beneath my scales. I would rub it, feeling the tautness, the firmness and the occasional fluttering from inside. I glowed, I swelled, I took up space that I had never dared before. My lover would wrap his arms around me from behind, paws sinking into my belly and thighs, whispering how beautiful I was, how proud he felt to see me so full of our future.

Every day, my breasts grew more lush, pressing into my chest in soft, yielding domes that made me giggle when I tried to button my clothes. My thighs overtook my seat in chairs. My hips, wide and welcoming, became the first thing to enter a room. And my belly—truly, I felt like the goddess of bounty herself, radiant and heavy, a living promise of love coming soon.

I tilted my head to the sunrise, warmth soaking through my scales, and cupped my breasts—huge now, impossibly so, glowing with the promise of nurture. My body was abundance, strength, and love, every curve and roll and swell a testament to this wild, wonderful life I was making.

And still, with each broadened hip, each plump and mighty thigh and glorious bosom, I loved myself—and was loved—even more.

This story was generated by user kade with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.

AI Prompts